My Rose

 

Holding roses in their hands

Some will say

Is ludicrous. 

It will bring scars to some,

Joy to others.

 

Alas!

Will say

The scared.

If it prickles me

I will be hurt

It may also soon die.

   

Ridiculous!

Will say

The penny pinchers

What is this?

A weed

I can’t sell. Worthless!

Best to throw it away.

     

Oh!

Will say the joyous.

My beautiful rose

With such a fragrance

Has freshened my being,

Put a smile on my face.